Firestone Hot Springs A pale being of mist and moonlight

What could have been worse than that? Not only had it seemed that Olvida had forgotten her home, her friends (who, as Evergreen had once mentioned, were quite important), but she'd forgotten who she was down to her own name. Dulce wondered if it might be worse to be dead, but then she thought that this might be the same. Of course, these were inside thoughts, and if Olvida didn't want to talk about it, then it wasn't Dulce's place either. 

Speaking of things that no one wanted to talk about... I don't remember a lot, she said, momentarily looking away from the pale face of her companion, It was dry and hot, and we didn't talk like this. Toward the second half of her sentence, Dulce seemed to be given a spark of newfound energy. It was different, I guess.